- Aug 3, 2004Pennsic looming now
samurai donning armor
with quiet repose...
all shall serve best their master
who lose life that they may serve
pen strokes to the wife
wet black marks on white paper
brushing true feelings
take care of the family
and the children of my loins
the drums start beating
to gather all around them
with their gear in hand
soon we line in rank and file
three sandals march shall we trod
the fires at night burn
with the fervor of demons
as morning glows we shall rise
and take in hand sharpened tools
arrows fly at dawn
lodging in the chests of brave
yet standing to face the gods
honorably standing ground
Date Saburou Yukiie
Yama Kaminari Ryu
Shi wa hei to de aru - all are equal in the grave
--- In firstname.lastname@example.org, Jennifer Kobayashi <jhkob@y...> wrote:
> --- Maria <tace@m...> wrote:
> > makiwara_no_yetsuko wrote:
> > > You say that like it's a BAD thing. ;->
> > >
> > > Crisp folds and brushstrokes,
> > > Perhaps a whiff of incense,
> > > Delight the senses
> > > Eager fingers taste with joy
> > > The news of faraway friends.
> > >
> > Really! Correspondence is a delight!
> > Mulberry paper
> > Entwined around a blossom
> > Sweetly scented words
> > Composed in charming sequence.
> > Ah! My heart will break with joy!
> > From my home overlooking the Great River,
> > --Ki no Torahime
> Winging words sending
> Intimate sorrows and joys
> Fragile as the dawn.
> My mind rides the brushstroked words
> to thoughts of strangers and friends.
> Ki no Izumi, called Kobayashi
> - Jennifer
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